Where I cannot be,
while all around me exists a world,
has no bearing without
you smiling with me,
though it cannot be,
so I’m told, so I’m told, so I’m
growing old with what it is I have
I know that wherever we might be,
our skies, the energy we feel, we observe, we want to know
really is the same,
I can suddenly feel you, and I’m holding on not knowing where
we might land.
All I know is this is you, and we are practicing, we, again,
… and my quiet tears,
are my own.